Suck, suck, suck ’til the bone is dry

After the gold inside it’s left hollow and wasted

To splinter for the dogs

Hoarse cough: bone in throat

A crying bitch at an empty bowl

I got some slop for that open mouth

So I’ll let you off leash for you to walk about

Dizzy and sick through this front yard town

Full of shit for you to spread around

The meat won’t dress with affection

I want the abjection

The meat won’t dress with affection

I want the abjection

Keep your peace meal

I’ll sing for my supper

A chorus for the starved

Save yourself like a calf inside a box

They say the meat tastеs better that way—but I don’t care

Lick thе salt off the chops for the stock

Nose up to self-serving stench, completely unaware

Hook and hang the meat to cure

But you won’t cure me

Stomach empty as your plate

Tongue heavy as smoked rings

The meat won’t dress with affection

I want the abjection

The meat won’t dress with affection

I want the abjection

The meat won’t dress with affection

I want the abjection

The meat won’t dress with affection

I want the abjection